by Matt Tims
PJ, Sydney, and Mike made their shots the following round, leaving their dwindling chances up to her. They were now trailing 4-2. Everything would really go to shit if she missed this. She only had one piece of clothing left, and it was her thong. She would be completely naked with the exception of her white sneakers! Naked at a frat party! In front of close to a hundred people! Would it be possible to make it out of here without something happening to her?
She would bounce it in. It was simple as that. Nora locked in on her intended cup and let the ball fly. It hit the table, raised into the ball, and headed perfectly for the red cup on the left. Finally!
Her ball was swiftly batted out of the air.
Sydney had reached out and whacked her ball just before it fell into the cup. “Get that shit out of here!” she laughed.
The rules of beer pong can be rather cruel, and if you bounce the ball, the opposing team can knock it out of the air. Nora thought she could sneak one by everyone. She was wrong.
“Take it off!” someone yelled.
Mike didn’t have a look of sympathy for her when she turned to him. His brain was working, but compassion wasn’t an option he was considering. She watched the corners of his mouth slowly rise as a smirk overtook his face.
Her naked shoulders were met by his hands as he spun her so her back was facing the crowd. A growing buzz was audible behind her. As the booze continued to flow, the guys were becoming more and more rowdy.
Mike moved his mouth to her ear. “You think I forgot about you blowing me off?”
Her heart stopped beating. This was his reasoning for all of this? Because she’d blocked his number? But then it hit her. Something he said in his kitchen during their first encounter rushed back to her memory. He told her he always got his way.
“Shake your fat fuckin’ ass.”
Her eyes moved to Mike, but he was already pulling away from her ear. A few partygoers were in her line of sight, but the majority of the crowd was to her sides and rear. She felt like an animal in a cage. She was the main attraction at a zoo. The voices from the guys were growing louder, and the one girl in view couldn’t appear more disgusted.
Why was she like this? Where was her self-esteem? Mike’s words had the ability to cast a spell on her. She turned into a robot around him. If he told her she was his beer pong partner, then she was his beer pong partner. And if he told her to shake her ass, then she’d shake her ass for him.
The crowd was yelling now as she began bouncing her backside. Everything was cold. Her hands which covered her breasts could feel her erect nipples. Goosebumps coated her exposed body. It was the ultimate sensation of discomfort. She was so far out of her element that she was wondering if this was a dream.
Slap!
She jumped before observing the grin on Mike’s face. His hand was outstretched, the obvious culprit of the smack she’d just received on her ass. Her eyes quickly darted to the continuing growing number of people who were now behaving like they were at a bachelor party. A ping pong ball struck the bare skin of her left ass cheek, followed by another. Dollar bills fluttered around her to land on the sticky, dirty frat floor. A guy who looked like a football player was demanding a lap dance. It was chaos.
“I didn’t tell you to stop,” Mike stated. “Put that fat ass back to good use.”
A dejected Nora resumed her humiliating twerking, and the ringleader of everything couldn’t appear more content with himself. Mike was loving the humbling act he was putting her through.
A frat brother yelled out, “Let’s get some shots going!”
Mike got his attention. “Where are they?”
The brother pointed over at the back corner, where every drink in existence appeared to be sitting on a wooden table.
Snap.
Her knees instinctively buckled before she caught herself.
Had that just happened? Were her ears able to pick up on the sound of fingers snapping over the loud music and ruckus students? But her real concern was with the way her body reacted. A simple snap made every part of her want to submit. She hadn’t experienced someone snapping their fingers at her in over two months, but her mind had yet to forget what it meant. It was Mike’s way of telling her to get down on her knees.
She looked at him and a chill shot down her spine. His hands were motionless, but he was snapping at her with his eyes.
She dropped to her knees.
Mike pointed to the far end of the room, and her hands were next to find the floor. She was back at his house on that Saturday in late May. The current wood her knees were hitting resembled those hallway floors, but filthier and sticky with a dried coating of cheap beer. The level of submission reminded her of what she felt that first time in his house. It was deja vu.
The crowd parted, providing her a path to slither along the beer-soaked floor. The looks varied from face-to-face. An expression of disgust here, one of lust there, and a busty redhead who clearly felt embarrassed for her. Maybe she’d experienced something like this in her personal life as well? Maybe Nora wasn’t alone? But she certainly felt like it at the moment.
Why was her thong soaked? Why did she get tingles from feeling hundreds of eyes watching her every move. Why couldn’t her body understand how degrading this was? Her mind knew it was wrong. Her brain was what convinced her to go cut things off with Mike once Brad came to visit. Brad! She’d forgotten all about him again! How many people had their cell phones out while she continued to crawl along this disgusting floor? What if this ended up on some porn site? “College slut crawls on a frat floor in her thong.” And what if Brad stumbled across it some night? Yeah, there would be no explaining that one.
She could’ve stormed over to the beer pong table, collected her clothes, and ran back to her room, but her body refused to stop. She was too wet. She was too turned on. Knowing all these strangers viewed her as a worthless slut did something to her that she still didn’t fully understand; but more importantly, the idea of Mike getting off on what she was doing made her crave him again. The part of her life that she thought was in her past, was front and center again.
A tray of shots was waiting for her when she finally made her way to the wooden table. Her right hand found the underside of the black tray, careful to balance it without spilling. And with that, she turned and began the slow and painful journey back to Mike. Her knees and left hand inched forward while her right hand was occupied with the tray everyone was still waiting for. She wasn’t told to crawl back, but she could feel it. Mike’s presence was demanding she slither. His aura told her she was trash. Nora had never felt more worthless in her life.
Minutes later, she finally arrived. Everyone’s phone was out at this point, recording the shocking scene which was unfolding. She reached the tray out to Mike, and he responded by giving the top of her head a rough rub.
“Good girl,” he mocked her. He placed the tray down on the table before bending down to whisper in her ear, “Next time will be twice as bad if you ever disrespect me again. Now, get dressed.”
She jumped to her feet and hurried to slip on her bra and shirt. The crowd was audibly unhappy with the turn of events.
Mike shook the fraternity president’s hand. “Heck of a party, man. I have to get going though.”
The entire room begged for him to stay. She couldn’t even hear the music any longer as she continued to dress. Their imploring was deafening.
“No, I gotta go,” he told the crowd. “Next week though.”
She hopped into her jeans and buttoned them just in time to feel a strong hand wrap around her arm. It was Mike, and he was leading her to the door.
He pulled her outside and roughly pushed her against the wall. The thump of her back hitting the brick wasn’t the main thing that caught her off guard. It was the way Mike was glaring down at her—just inches from her face.
“It seems like you forgot how things work.”
She gulped as she timidly stared up into his piercing brown eyes.
“You think you can block my number and act like nothing happened?” he questioned. “When I want you out of my life, you’ll be out of my life, but until that moment happens, you do what the fuck I tell you. Now, get down on your knees.”
There was no hesitation, resistance, or thoughts about her boyfriend. Nora simply dropped to her knees, unbuttoned his jeans, and picked up where she’d left off two months ago.
His cock was freed and plunged into her mouth. It was really happening. It was the single sluttiest moment of her life. She was sucking his dick outside a frat house.
The people walking by didn’t deter her, and neither did the selfie a drunk guy asked to take with Mike while he was getting a blowjob—which he posed for. But as quickly as she’d partaken in this trampish act, she found herself being pulled to her feet even faster. It was weird in a way. She shouldn’t have known where she was being led to, but she did. It couldn’t have been any more obvious to her either.
Mike was taking her back to his dorm.
Chapter 6 – Blondes Are More Fun
Five Minutes Later.
He unlocked his door and pulled her to his bed. It didn’t take long before he was lying with his back against the wood headboard to his rear, and she was kneeling in front of him, doing the one thing her mind was screaming at her to stop. She was struggling to remember Brad’s face. The past two incredible months of her life had turned blurry. She knew Brad was the smart choice, but her body refused to allow her to accept happiness. She was trading a lifetime of joy for temporary lust, and she couldn’t explain why.
Knock, knock, knock.
Her mouth left his rock hard dick and her attention moved to the door.
“Come in!” Mike shouted.
Crawling through a frat house didn’t resemble the trepidation she currently felt. Hell, she would crawl through a hundred frat houses if it resulted in her being able to teleport elsewhere. A third party had joined them in the room. She was tall, blonde, and even more gorgeous in person. Confidence exuded from the stunner with each step closer to the bed. It was like she was permanently walking on a runway.
“Hey, baby,” Mike greeted her.
“Hey, my big stud,” she smiled back before hopping up on the bed to kiss him. “How you feeling?”
“A little sore,” he answered.
She massaged his shoulders before turning her attention to Nora. “I don’t recall hearing anyone tell you to stop.”
Uneasiness flooded Nora’s body. Her blue eyes were so stern. Her voice possessed such an authority. Everything about her reminded Nora of the popular clique back in high school. They were the girls she told herself she hated; but secretly, she wanted to be friends with. She used to dream of being asked to eat lunch with them, or to receive an invitation to one of their exclusive sleepovers. Four years out of high school and nothing had changed. Just look at who this girl was dating.
Nora was staring at Kelly.
Why wasn’t Kelly freaking out? Why wasn’t she screaming at her boyfriend? Was this their thing? She’d always assumed Mike was a cheater, but what if this was something Kelly was fine with? Or even crazier, what if she was into this?
How did she look even more striking in person? Instagram didn’t do this girl justice. Her teeth were perfectly white, her hair amazing, and her body exquisite. She now understood what Mike meant when he told her about people clamming up around her. Nora was having a hard time focusing on anything other than her face as well. She was too pretty to look away.
“Get back to work, bitch,” Kelly demanded.
She watched Kelly and Mike start to make out again after being order to resume her oral duties. Her mouth wrapped around his cock, while her eyes continued to take in the picture that belonged in a Hollywood movie. These two were breathtaking together.
Kelly broke off their kiss to inform Nora of something. “Claire gives way better head.”
That answered Nora’s question. Apparently she wasn’t the first girl to be brought into their relationship. Hearing this perfect blonde’s comment caused her to increase the pace of her bobbing head on Mike’s towering cock. She was taken back to her high school cafeteria—to the days of staring at the cool girl’s table in envy. The idea of impressing Kelly was intoxicating.
“Is this even enjoyable?” Kelly asked her boyfriend with a huff.
Mike snickered before placing both of his big hands on Nora’s head. He held her in place and feverishly began thrusting his hips upward.
“Make this dumb slut choke on your big dick,” Kelly smiled. “And why’s her shirt still on?”
He removed his hold on her head, allowing her to follow the blonde’s orders. It was becoming more and more obvious who was really in charge here. Mike didn’t answer to anyone. Everyone in his life was in awe of him, but there was one person who he actually respected. She was petite, cute as a button, and had the admiration of a future professional football quarterback. It only made her presence that much more intimidating.
“Well, at least she’s good for something,” the stunning blonde remarked at the sight of a now topless Nora. “Those are rather impressive.”
“I prefer yours,” Mike stated before kissing his girlfriend.
Did these two even care that she was here? It was like Kelly was getting off on Mike telling her how much better she was than their latest toy. She really could’ve been any girl, couldn’t she? How many other enamored coeds sucked Mike’s dick while Kelly watched? Who was the most recent sorority girl to be fucked on this very bed?
He regained his original hold on her head and slammed her throat down on his cock, roughly pumping while he kissed the woman he actually cared about. Nora was just a hole for him. Her face was almost a blur as he used her mouth. One month of messing around and Mike never kissed her once. Not a single time. She wasn’t good enough to be kissed, was she? Kissing was something reserved for a girl you love, and she was simply his plaything.
The hectic face-fucking stopped, and a masculine voice sounded throughout the room. “Jeans off.”
Nora rolled over and began wiggling out of her pants.
“You aren’t fucking this whore on our bed.”
Mike turned to look at his girlfriend. “What?”
“I sleep in this bed on the weekends,” Kelly told him before observing Nora. Her cadence swiftly grew more snobby. “Fuck her somewhere else.”
“Umm…where?” he asked.
Kelly locked eyes with Nora and shot her a look which gave her chills. It was the same glare she’d seen countless number of times from Mike. “On the floor. Where she belongs.”
Mike gave his girlfriend a peck on the lips before hopping off the bed and pulling Nora along with him. He yanked her thong down to her knees and pushed her face into the rug. His powerful hand clamped onto the back of her neck, her face being driven into the floor, and her ass high in the air. She was being treated like a ten dollar whore.
He pushed inside her and she instantly lost her breath.
His unbelievable strength was back. Nothing was ever soft and romantic with him. It was always a pounding. It was rough, aggressive, and physical at a level she sometimes couldn’t comprehend. Mike was on his left knee, but his right foot was flat on the floor to give himself more leverage. Endless amounts of hours in the gym doing squats and deadlifts was translating in her pussy being stretched and beaten in ways never deemed possible. He had never fucked her like this; and if she had the ability to do so, it would only take one glance at the bed to figure out why everything was so brutal.
Kelly was playing with herself.
The beautiful blonde was wearing only a pink t-shirt, and her fingers rubbed her clit as she watched her boyfriend unload on his latest plaything. Everything hastily made sense to Nora. The bed was reserved for goddesses like Kelly, while girls like herself got fucked on the floor. It was life coming full circle.
Mike’s hand moved from Nora’s neck and to her hair, where he roughly snapped her head back. Her previous hidd
en view of Kelly masturbating on the bed, was now a clear picture.
“Face us,” Mike said to his girlfriend.
Kelly adjusted herself so that her legs dangled off the end of the bed, and only her pussy was in view as she lied flat on her back.
A warm breath was in Nora’s ear. “Look at her.”
She couldn’t look anywhere else. Even Kelly’s vagina had her in a trance. It was a little slit—without a hint of hair—and her lips were barely visible. It was one of those unrealistic pussies girls in porn possessed. It was the very type of vagina which always made her self-conscious about her own.
“She’s fuckin’ perfect,” he continued. “You wouldn’t believe what she feels like.”
That was it. That was the moment Nora hit rock-bottom. She officially had nothing to offer that outmatched Kelly.
“That girl is going to have my kid someday,” he said. “Blonde hair, blue eyes, and a face that gets anything she wants. You think I would waste my genes with you?”
Her previously discovered bottom had been redefined. She didn’t assume that she wasn’t good enough anymore; now, Nora had been told. The highest status guy in her life just said that she wasn’t good enough to reproduce with. It was crushing.
He grunted, “Fuckin’ slut,” before pushing her face back into the rug and teeing off on her once again.
Kelly had swung back around so she could play with herself while watching the action unfold. “Harder.”
Mike began driving into her.
The blonde collected her panties off the bed and tossed them to Mike. “Stuff these in her mouth so I don’t have to listen to this annoying slut moan.”
Mike caught her underwear and forced them inside Nora’s mouth, drowning out the noise coming from between her lips.
Nora’s eyes managed to peek up to see Kelly rubbing her clit while her own pussy continued to be mercilessly hammered. There was a noticeable dampness in the underwear which had been jammed inside her mouth. Kelly was clearly wet from what she was seeing, and Nora’s head swam as she realized she was tasting Kelly’s juices.